Balaustrata di brezza

[…] Allegra, felice, intontita, il Nulla -
Meglio di questa Indigenza che mi brucia.

Emily Dickinson (1862)

Fuga

Quando chiudo gli occhi e immagino il mio corpo smaterializzarsi in un altrove mi nutro di una realtà illusoria e seducente. Il tempo sembra sospendersi dentro un abbraccio dolcemente effimero. Ma chiudere gli occhi non basta quando il desiderio di fuga si fa impetuoso e il sangue scorre nelle vene come lava rovente nelle cavità vulcaniche.

Feeling alive

So happy when I discover new music. So free. So alive.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway


It struck me - every Day -The Lightning was as newAs if the Cloud that instant slitAnd let the Fire through -
It burned Me - in the Night -It Blistered to My Dream -It sickened fresh upon my sight -With every Morn that came -
I though that Storm - was brief -The Maddest - quickest by -But Nature lost the Date of This -And left it in the Sky -


Emily Dickinson (1862)
It struck me - every Day -
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through -

It burned Me - in the Night -
It Blistered to My Dream -
It sickened fresh upon my sight -
With every Morn that came -

I though that Storm - was brief -
The Maddest - quickest by -
But Nature lost the Date of This -
And left it in the Sky -

Emily Dickinson (1862)

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